#hawk x reader x moon

[gemini-sensei]

Imagine alpha!Hawk coming home only to find his mate omega!Moon comforting her friend omega!Reader. The omegas are on the couch with Reader's head on Moon's lap, crying softly. Hawk doesn't ask what's happened, worried that it will only upset Reader more. It doesn't come to light what happened until Reader cries herself to sleep and Moon slipped away to talk to her mate

Turns out Reader's alpha partner cheated and kicked her out. That would explain the luggage by the door. She came straight to Moon because she didn't know where else to go. And Moon being Moon of course took her in. And Hawk won't say no to her ever so when Moon asks if Reader can stay until she can get her own place, of course he says yes.

However, as the days pass, Moon realizes that Reader is struggling to sleep alone at night. She had gotten used to sleeping with her partner and sleeping alone for the omega is hard with the sudden loss. She tosses and turns all night long and she gets no good sleep, that is if she falls asleep to begin with. It becomes so bad that Reader loses her job next, which isn't helpful to her emotionally at all.

So Moon talks to Hawk and suggests letting Reader sleep with them in their bed until she feels better. She's such a caring omega and doesn't see a problem with this idea, and Hawk agrees to it because his omega is so optimistic about it. However, when Moon suggests the idea to Reader, she is resistant at first. "I don't want to get between you and your mate. It's bad enough that I'm even here and you two are worrying over me to begin with..."

"There is nothing bad about you being here, Reader," Moon assures her. She hugs her and tells her that they just want what's best for her. "Try it for one night. You're not gonna bother or get between us."

Except that is literally what ends up happening. The three of them can't get comfortable for the life of them until Reader is in between the couple. She tries to keep to herself, arms tucked in and trying to make herself as small as possible. However, she falls asleep a lot easier like Moon thought she would and by morning, she and Moon are cuddled up, arms wound around each other and legs entangled.

As the nights like these continue, Hawk is in on the cuddling in no time. Reader's back to his chest, both omegas in his arms. He keeps telling himself this is temporary, that Reader will go back to the guest room at some point - maybe not soon, but eventually - failing to realize that he and his mate are steadily falling for the abandoned omega...

This goes on for months without the couple realizing it or anything else for that matter. They don't see how long its been, how they take to caring for Reader like she's their partner. They don't make her look for a job, don't pressure her or even bring up the idea of her moving out. It's as if this was how things were supposed to be the whole time. Nothing is wrong, but they aren't talking about it either. The situation just is what it is.

Until one night Reader is squirming and whining. She wakes up in the middle of the night with burning pain in her abdomen. It hurts so bad, she can't stand it, but doesn't want to disturb Moon or Hawk. Unfortunately, she can't keep quiet. So despite her trying her damnedest to keep still, her unmuffled whines and chirps wake Moon, who tries to shush her, still half asleep. "It's okay, Reader... what's the matter?"

"It hurts..." Reader mumbles.

Moon is confused at first until she picks up on the scent of the omega's full-on heat. She opens her eyes and looks at her. "Oh my- Reader, you didn't present a pre heat..."

"I don't have them," Reader informs her between whines. "I-I never have. They just- just show up."

She's close to tears from the burning need. Moon wipes her tears away and comforts her, pulling her close. "It's gonna be okay. I've got you. You don't have to worry about anything."

And she means it as she pushes her hand into Reader's pajama shorts. She rubs her fingers over Reader wet panties, realizing she's coated in slick.

"Aww, baby, how long have you been laying here like this?"

"Too long..."

Moon pushes her panties aside and slips two fingers into Reader's cunt easily. She finger fucks her as Hawk manages to stay asleep after a long day of hard, tiring work. She pleasures Reader, finding her clit with her thumb and pressing it as she curled her fingers. Reader buries her face in Moon's neck, moaning and whining as it helps relieve the aches and pain. She whimpers as she quickly reaches her climax and comes all over Moon's hand. But the little fun Moon had playing with her slick soaked folds wasn't enough to keep her at bay for long.

Moon is soon shaking Hawk away. "Hawk... Hawk... Eli!"

His eyes snap open and he's overwhelmed with the smell of heat and slick. "Holy shit, are you in heat?"

She shakes her head and looks down at Reader between them. "No but Reader is. And she needs an alpha..."

He blinks as he realizes what she's saying. Suddenly, he's wishing they had that conversation way before now. "Are you sure?"

Reader looks up at him, twisted up in her sweat soaked pajamas with a needy look in her eyes. "Alpha?"

He pets her hair and shushes her gently, his instincts taking over. "It's okay, omega."

"Yes, Hawk, I'm sure," Moon tells him, sitting up more. She starts undressing Reader, who whines the whole time. She peppers kisses all over her omega "friend" and whispers assurances that it's going to be okay.

At the same time, Hawk it pushing his sweats off with his boxers. Soon, the two are mostly nude and Reader is begging for the pain to go away.

Moon lays down again and pulls Reader's leg over her hip, shushing her. Hawk turns onto his side, his cock hard from the smell of heat and the whines of a needy omega. He slots his cock against her folds, slick immediately wetting his cock. He hardly needs to do anything to prep before Moon is guiding his tip to Reader's cunt and he's pushing into her.

Reader throws her head back against his chest, letting out a drawn out moan. Her eyes flutter closed as he pushes his length into her with ease, bottoming out sooner than he expected, his knot pressed against her stretched out pussy lips. He doesn't sit there for long, knowing that her heat won't be satiated like that. He set a steady, easy pace that she whined and whimpered for him to quicken. He was in no state to deny her what she needed, the pace quickly becoming fast and rough.

As he pounded her cunt, Reader almost didn't realize Moon was playing with her tits. As they bounced she grabbed hold of them and brought one of her pert nipples into her mouth, sucking on it hard. It made Reader moan loudly, embraced in pleasure all over. Hawk squeezed her pudgy belly, holding her in place as he pummeled her gushing cunt.

It wasn't long before she was babbling about how she was going to come, to which Moon responded aptly. She snaked her hand down to Reader's clit while she kept sucking on her tits. Her fingers met her clit again and drew quick circles against it, making Reader squirt hard. Slick and hot fluid gushed from her cunt as Hawk groaned, feeling her velvet walls constrict around his heavy cock. He kept pounding her, hips meeting her fat ass. Her squirting made it easy for his pulsing knot to pop into her and she came again once that happened, her whole body shaking.

His knot swelled and trapped him inside her before he started to come, filling her with heavy ropes of cum. She moaned as she already felt full just from his cock and know. His cock seemed to go off like a firehose, filling her with so much cum that she thought she was going to pop. However, it wasn't really a concern for her heat riddled mind. If anything, the thought made it all the better.

"So much..." she moaned, looking over her shoulder at Hawk as he humped her ass.

He growled as he looked down at her. He licked his lips, too high headed to say anything to her. He only buried his face in her neck and breathed in her scent, teeth grazing her bond spot. Moon watched him, then giggled and pushed his head away.

"Now is so not the time for that," she reminded him. They did not need to bond with their omega "friend" while she was in the throws of heat. It could end badly for all of them, not that the idea of her joining their relationship upset Moon. As she lay with them, she realized it was all she wanted.

Satiated or not, Reader ground her ass back against Hawk's ceaseless hips. She moaned, begging for more. "Alpha... need you."

"I just fucked you," he laughed.

"Need you to fuck me again, hard," she told him.

Moon smirked. "You heard her. Fuck her hard, alpha."

So despite his knot still swollen in her tight cunt, Hawk fucked her. He rut into Reader hard and fast, making her cream all over his cock and knot. The cum leaked out from around the tight seal they created and he knew he was going to have to fill her again and again and again, for as long as her heat lasted.

The sun was rising when they finished round two and Reader fell asleep. Hawk wrapped his arms around the omega and scented her so she'd feel comforted by his musky, protective scent when she woke up in another needy state. Moon slipped out of bed to call their workplaces and inform them that they wouldn't be in due to an unexpected heat. She didn't tell them it wasn't her heat because it was none of their business. Then she got to work making breakfast, knowing her mate and their hopefully soon-to-be mate would need their energy for all the fucking they were about to embark on.

[sensei-venus]

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei ) (Moskowitz Twin Au!, Hawk/Moon Eli/Reader Moon/Reader)

The boys would probably be a little scared the first time they talked about letting their girlfriends meet.

Hawk may seem like he doesn't give a fuck about a lot of stuff, but that had him nervous. He doesn't hang out wothhis twin a lot, they still run in different friend groups. But he still wanted bis girlfriend, Moon, to hopefully get along with Eli’s girlfriend Reader. Maybe it was a twin thing but they really needed their girlfriends to at least get along with each other. It would be a nightmare if they didn't.

Luckily they do get along!

The minute Moon meets Reader she is infatuated with the girl. When Hawk tried describing ���the girl Moon was under the impression she was shy. But after meeting her she finds out she's just quiet, she loves doing more extravorted things and going on adventures. She’s also just super nice which Moon loves. Whenever the boys can't go out with them they end up going out together to hang out. Moon loves to take her to the mall or just to go shopping. Sometimes they go to the park together or out to eat. They just love spending time with each other even if the boys aren't with them. They end up becoming besties very fast.

Which is how they ended up in Moon’s room one day kissing on her bed.

At first, Reader doesn't want to. The minute Moon slowly starts feeling her up she tries to back out. She loves Eli and she likes Hawk, she couldn't betray them like that. Not sitting there and making out with her boyfriend's twin brothers girlfriends. But then Moon says “Hawk knows I like you, like more then a normal friend. He won't be mad at me and I doubt Eli will have a problem with it. It's just a little kissing~” her words sink in. Reader gulps as Moon starts kissing up her exposed neckline. Maybe she was right, it was just some kissing right? Moon wasn't asking for to much. And it felt so good to have her best friend touching her all over with nice soft kisses.

So she gives in and let's Moon slowly kiss her on the lips.

It's soft with a touch of warmth too it which has her shivering. It's similer it the way Eli kisses her which is something she loves. Eli is so gentle just like Moon is being. She can't help but hang on to her as they slowly start to make out.

They don't hear the small creak of Moon’s door opening. The Twins watch in awe as their girlfriends kiss each other on the plush bed. Hawk is smirking while Eli just has a hand over his mouth while watching them. He covers the small squeak that leaves his mouth with his hands.

Reader’s eyes only flutter open a little while Moon licks at her bottom lip, but it's enough to catch a glimpse of the twin in the doorway. She gasps into the kiss and quickly pulls away from the other girl. Moon just cocks her head before looking back to see what Reader is staring at. She gives a small grin while looking at Hawk. Mischief playing in her eyes.

“Oh I'm sorry I should have invited you guys over before we started.” she says simply.

“Eli I didn'— I promise, I didn't mean to!”

“I-its okay Reader….I kinda like watching you kiss Moon. If you're enjoying it you can keep going, I don't mind watching you two kiss.” Eli says shyly, cheeks still warm and red from watching the two of them just moments ago

Hawk smirks and leads against the door “Feel free to keep going. I don't mind sharing my girlfriend with you at all. Twins shear all the time, and me and Eli are fine letting you to go at it any time you want. Well, more than likely we would like to be there though. It's only fair of course that we get to see our pretty girlfriends go at it.”

Reader feel hot as Moon turns to smirk at her. Slowly she starts to kiss along her jaw while the boys watch in the background.

This was definitely something new to put down in her brain somewhere.

[lockley-spktr]

Moon Knight (2022)

Episode One: The Goldfish Problem

Steven Grant learns that he may be a superhero, but may also share a body with a ruthless mercenary.

Two years ago today.

March 30th, 2022

[stupidbeemeen]

My friend asked me that “what do you think, If Khonshu has a birthday?”

Maybe it gonna be like this...

Sooooooo you all can support my artwork on my IG: stupidbee_meen. Thank you and please don’t repost my art 🥺.

[veryberryjelly]

ok maybeeee 3 and 4 from the prompt list for poly!moonhawk

(also if you want me to resend this as a celebration request i totally will and also i can and will send more if that won’t be overwhelming, i just love this idea so much)

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

i am for real so excited to write for this pairing !!

i got very carried away

3- hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve

4- ^^ the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt

while you had never been much of a fan of karate, you knew this was something you could not miss.

your boyfriends dojo was competing in the all valley tournament and you and your girlfriend were sat amongst the rivalling dojo's families almost on the edge of your seat.

while moon had assured you a number of times that everything was going to be fine, it didnt stop your nerves.

you knew hawk could handle himself, but that didnt lessen the fear of him getting seriously injured.

one wrong move and he could break something major.

it was different when you stopped by the dojo to see him training, because while part of the motto of cobra kai was ' no mercy ' no one in there was set out to truly hurt their friends.

he could get truly hurt out here.

you had shared your concerns with moon last night while hawk was doing some last minute training.

laying on her bed doing nothing in particular apart from chatting with some music in the background with her head rested in your lap.

your're not sure how you ended up sitting like it but you weren't complaining.

' hawk's going to be okay tomorrow, right? i mean- i know he does this practically every day, but it's different. these people aren't his friends, they aren't going to pull their punches. '

while you talked you felt moons hand lift to thread her fingers through yours, pulling them to her chest and pressing a short kiss onto them.

' he's going to be fine. he knows what he's doing. they're not going to pull their punches but there's referees so it's safer than a street fight. '

her words went quite a long way to comfort you as this was going to be your first time watching hawk compete while moon had seen him before.

you could trust her words.

but it didnt completely squash the nerves in the pit of your stomach.

even when hawk returned from training and told you himself that he was going to be fine.

the three of you stayed at moons overnight with the plan to drive to the tournament tomorrow morning.

and that's exactly what you all did.

after arriving at the tournament, hawk went off to join his dojo after both you and moon wished him luck and told him to kick ass.

the two of you had been sat on the benches of there venue waiting for cobra kai to compete.

more specifically, waiting for hawk to step up to the mat.

when you heard his name called you could feel moon stiffen beside you and you had the exact same reaction, your hand reaching out to grasp onto hers.

the guy he was up against was big. he looked to be about 160 pounds of pure muscle with at least 8 inches on hawk including his hair.

" oh god " you muttered under your breath, watching as both contenders bowed to eachother before assuming their first fighting position.

it was as though you blacked out until the referee called the fight, announcing hawk as the winner, even if his bloodied nose said otherwise.

it was your first time seeing him fight outside of practising at the dojo and he was very good.

with every fight it got easier to watch, until you were actually enjoying seeing him do something he loved.

until the semi finals.

you and moon were both up on your feet at this point, partially out of nerves and just needing to stand up, and partially so he knew that you two were rooting for him all the way up there.

your excitement and joy was wiped away when a swift kick to the face sent hawk flying to the floor.

you waited for him to get up like he had been doing all day, but he didn't.

his opponent was announced the winner of the match and hawk lay still on the floor.

you suddenly remembered why you were so scared.

it took a minute for him to get up, and even when he finally did he was stumbling quite a bit.

there wasnt even a discussion between you and moon before you collected your things and stood from the stands to go and find him where he was inevitably receiving a little bit of medical attention.

in the back hallways of the venue it was almost silent apart from the echo from the main area where the fights were still commencing.

the thing that gave away where he was was a pair of voices from behind a door.

moon was first through to push through the door, with yourself close in tow.

you found what you expected, a medic sat infront of hawk performing tests to ensure he didnt have a concussion and issuing bandaids, tissues and an ice pack for the inevitable headache .

when she noticed the two other girls in the room she was quick to respond

" you two can't be back here "

" it's okay," hawk interrupted, his eyes landing on the two of you. " they're my girlfriends "

" you're girlfriend can stay but you can't both be back here " you assumed the medic thought he was just a bit confused from the head trauma.

" no, we're both his girlfriend " you corrected, knowing it was hard to grasp for some people. while you tried to be kind it was very hard to be right now when you could see blood pouring out of your boyfriends nose.

" oh- how modern...i'll leave you three to it then " she muttered out, leaving behind two advil for hawk along with a bottle of water before she scuttled out of the room while a soft smile rested on all of your faces.

that was always fun.

once the three of you were alone, all forms of restraint you usually held went out the window.

" are you okay? that looked like a nasty kick " you questioned, taking the ice pack from his hand to hold against his head, his hand dropping down to rest on your leg.

" i'm fine. just some bruises and a very mild concussion " he muttered somewhat angrily.

a concussion meant he couldnt train for a couple of days.

" you have a concussion and you think you're fine ?" moon questioned, her voice rising in volume slightly as she delicately wiped at the blood under his nose with her thumb.

" yes, because i am fine. " he assured her even if neither of you were believing it.

the look you exchanged with moon was enough to communicate an entire conversation without saying anything.

that short conversation between the three of you was enough for you to know that hawk was more than disappointed he had not only lost, but had ended up with an injury other than a bruise.

so you posed a question to him

" d'you want to stay or we can get out of here before everyone else ?"

there were a few moments before he answered.

" let's get out of here. " his reply set a minuscule smile onto your lips and moons.

" i'll go grab the car and i'll meet you out front " moon said simply, picking up her bag and pressing a short kiss onto both of your lips before walking out to get the car.

" you okay ?" you asked in a volume just above a whisper.

he nodded mildly, his eyes meeting yours.

" yeah, just gotta get out of here " he replied, standing from the bench you were sat on and reaching into his bag to grab a sweater to throw on over his slightly bloodied gi.

once he collected his things, the two of you walked down the hallway towards the front of the building where moon would soon be pulling up with the car.

while you waited leant against the wall of the building, you decided to fill the silence, fiddling slightly with the edge of his sweater sleeve as it hung around his wrist.

" you were amazing today. i've never seen you fight like that before...was pretty hot "

you couldnt even keep a straight face while saying that, a slight smirk edging it's way onto your lips as you met his gaze.

" yeah, " he started, lifting his arm to drape over your shoulders and pull you further into his side. " pretty hot seeing me kick some ass ?" he muttered quietly, a soft laugh edging on his tone

" yeah, not so much watching you get your ass kicked, but for the most part " you teased, your smile almost breaking past the boundaries of your face.

you weren't surprised when that comment earned you a pinch at your waist.

a car horn scared the shit out of you, causing you to almost jump out of hawk's grasp.

it was only when you heard your girlfriends signature laugh that your heart rate started returning to normal

" sorry, didn't mean to scare you guys " while that statement was definitely false, you couldnt bring yourself to care.

after climbing into the car, moon drove you to her place seeing as her parents weren't home until tomorrow and the three of you could spend the night again.

your evening was spent sprawled out across a set of soft sheets with moon's laptop playing an old movie while the three of you went between watching it, chatting in hushed tones and sharing very soft kisses.

it was as if hawk never even lost.

[hearts4keene]

can i call you tonight? | anthony larusso

masterlist!!

summary: anthony larusso has always had a crush on y/n l/n. he had always seen her around school but never had the guts to talk to her. until he sees her at the beach and uses his larusso charm to score a date with her!!

parings: reader and anthony

warnings: she/her pronouns, sam and ant bonding, dayglow coded!!

a/n: its def a little shorter but yk !! also new format!!

w/c: 972

"hey, y/n. i'm anthony. i was wondering if you'd like to- forget it. this is pointless." anthony threw his hands down. this whole idea was stupid to him. there was no way y/n l/n would ever go on a date with him. he was hopeless. sam sat on the edge of his bed while he paced around his room.

sam rolled her eyes at her younger brother. "anthony, you literally haven't even gotten through the whole sentence." she grabbed her phone, checking the time. she had been trying to help her brother for a few hours now. "sam, you don't understand. y/n is like next level gorgeous. i don't think she's ever even looked my way." anthony looked at his sister like she was crazy.

she shut her phone off, setting it next to her. "the one with h/c hair, right?" anthony felt himself smile just at sam describing y/n. "yeah. she always hangs around with lia or nathaniel." anthony sat on the rolling chair that was always at his desk. sam sat up straighter. "y/n is super sweet, anthony. all you have to do is just talk to her." and with that, sam stood up, leaving his room.

just talk to her? easy for her to say. anthony could never just talk to her. he had tried countless times before. it always sounded like mumbled gibberish. and then y/n would look at anthony and smile her gorgeous smile and he would have no choice but to walk away embarrassed. sam just had no clue how hard it was to talk to girls.

anthony continued to pace around his room. the thought of y/n never left his mind. she never did. he had heard that whole "if you can't sleep it means someones thinking about you" and if it was true, anthony felt horrible about her sleep schedule. he ran a hand through his hair, going over what he would say to her on monday in his head. "anthony, let's go! get your shoes on!" daniel knocked on anthony's door.

anthony stumbled around his room in search for his other shoe. when he found it, he ran down the stairs. amanda was waiting for him at the front door. someone always had to be after anthony when leaving the house since he forgets to lock the door. "go get in the car. your father and sam are already in there." amanda patted his back while he walked out the door. anthony made sure to sit on the opposite side of sam.

pulling up to the beach, it was late evening. sam and anthony both rushed out of the car, walking towards a spot on the sand. it was a tradition for sam and anthony to walk the beach one night during the week, just so amanda and daniel could catch up. sam stayed with their parents. anthony was a fan of beach walks. there was no chance he would pass up on this.

anthony had walked a good distance away from his family when he stopped. he stood at the shore line, watching a crab gracefully walk into the water. he watched the crab dig in the sand to find a spot. anthony enjoyed watching the little sea creatures walk around in the water. he walked a little farther, stopping when he saw a very familiar figure.

there she was. y/n l/n. she was mindlessly walking around, just as anthony was. he knew this was his chance. no one else was around like they were at school. "y/n?" anthony smiled, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice. "anthony! hey!" y/n came running up to him. she knew his name? anthony would have to tell same about this.

"uh yeah! hey." he rubbed the back of his neck, the same smile still stuck on his face. y/n stood next to anthony, returning the smile. "you uh, wanna walk?" anthony turned to face her. y/n smiled at him. "sure!" anthony loved how she was always so willing. and how polite she was. he loved a lot of things about her.

the two walked towards where y/n had came from. the entire time the two were talking. talking about school, about karate, about y/n's friends. just anything they could think of. y/n's eyes lit up when she looked down at the sand and saw a pinkish looking shape buried. the two immediately got to their knees and pulled the shell out.

so that's how the two spent the next hour. they dug in the sand, finding different shapes and colors of shells. y/n's favorite was the pretty blue toned shell. anthony admired how pretty she looked, even with sand all over her.

as the sun set, it was time for the two to get back to their families. anthony was walking y/n back to her family before he went back to his. "you'll be at school monday, right?" y/n turned on her heel to ask anthony. "yeah, of course." anthony continued to have the same smile he had the whole time they were hanging out. "alright. see you, ant." y/n gave him a little wave, walking away. anthony knew it was now or never. "wait, y/n!" he hollered after her. y/n turned around. "yeah?"

"can i call you tonight?" anthony asked. y/n smiled the biggest smile he'd ever seen. she nodded her head, unable to form words. anthony smiled before walking back to his family. "he's just like his dad. he's got that larusso charm to him." daniel patted his back, the three had seen all of that. "dad." anthony muttered, his ears turning red.

he didn't know yet but he had just one y/n l/n's heart.

[jokeringcutio]

Prologue: ~His Brother ~ (Explicit Grabber x Reader & Arthur Harrow x Reader Multi-chapter fic)

His Brother

Will also be uploaded on AO3: JokeringCutio

Story Summary:

When his brother Albert joins the cult, Arthur asks you to be the girl to comfort him. You’re a tool to keep Albert in check. Or could there be more to it?

~ * ~

“Tell me, is it because I was a sinner once? Did you sent me someone to love, someone who needs to be rescued from themselves, So I can learn from this process, how to heal myself? Someone I need to find an anchor for? I don’t see the solution. But I know it must be here.”

~ * ~

Prologue

Whispers about a new face in the community spread fast, like wildfire among those who lived within the compound. You heard them before you saw him. A man who was physically so similar to your leader that it made your heart flutter in confusion.

“His brother,” the whispers said. “Arthur’s blood.”

Arthur was never truly near you, and you only caught sight of him during ceremonies or meals. You thanked whatever God might exist for that. If you ever had a religion, it was now a shattered faith. The pieces of it were like shards in your hands, the pain reminding you of how you got here and how you couldn’t leave.

Ammit was your goddess now.

You’d been a fool, but you would make the best of your stay.

Time ebbed by slowly in the community. You worked a job that had never crossed your mind or been your dream. And your free time was spent taking care of the elderly in the community or babysitting the youngest. Like a nanny and a nurse. It wasn’t as if you could refuse. Everyone who followed the Goddess had to pull their weight and show their worth somehow. You had chosen the easy way out, willingly taking on the role of a caretaker when the alternatives were far worse. You much preferred helping out others over more physically challenging labor. Or indeed, over chores that would possibly be mentally scarring.

That is why, the first time you saw him, you were on your way to help out an elderly couple who lived two blocks away. You paused in your tracks to study him, still far away on the other side of the road. His multi-colored vest and brown flared pants made him look completely different from the leader of your group. But still, you saw the similarities. How could anyone miss them?

It was when his eyes suddenly turned to you that you quickly looked down at your feet, clutched the bag filled with groceries that you were holding tighter to your chest, and hurried to the address you were wanted at.

You caught glimpses of him at times, when he was at work with the other men. Either lumbering wood, or when he sat at the same table with your leader for a meal.

During one of those shared dinners in the compound, Lin nudged you.

“He’s been looking at you,” Lin said. She lived in the same apartment building as you did and was one of the few people you considered a friend. It wasn’t hard, the two of you had your rooms on the same floor and shared a kitchen and shower. You felt like you were living in some kind of student house, not at all where you wanted to be at this stage in your life. But it was the card you’d been dealt.

You slowly turned to look in the same direction she was looking at, only to find that the man she talked about had turned away from you. No eyes upon you there. She must have imagined it. he leader’s brother was listening to the leader himself. Arthur seemed to have no eyes for you either, and with a sigh, you turned back to your plate. You wished the shared meals weren’t a necessity. That you would earn enough to stand on your own two feet and eat self-made dinners at home.

But it wasn’t how things worked within the compound. Everyone was expected to come here and showthey still shared the same faith. You already skipped so many of the sermons, missing out would turn you into a sinner.

The days stretched since Arthur’s brother’s arrival.

You still didn’t know his name and only ever saw glimpses of him. He looked the same, you thought, cheeks flushed as you tried to avoid him. It became harder, as you found him stumbling upon your route more and more often when you went to your charity jobs. He just happened to be there, watching, when you left your apartment to go to the elderly. He would be in the same building, fixing leaks and whitening the ceiling when you had your shift looking after the kids while their parents were working.

You felt his cold blue eyes upon you, burning.

But whenever you turned to look at him, his gaze was gone.

You seriously started to wonder if it was all inside your head. If your brain had made up new fantasies about this stranger because he looked so much like his brother, the man you wanted to love.

As said before, time passed ever so slowly within the compound. Your routine seemed never-ending. A dull circle of tasks. But those you helped were grateful.

Until one day you made your way to the dining table in the common hall where most of the followers living in the compound would come to have a meal. You were still filling your plate when behind you, you heard the familiar voice of your leader.

Arthur.

His warm voice hummed pleasantly, sending tingles of longing down the pit of your stomach to come to rest between your legs. You squeezed your thighs while you tried to ignore the honey-sweet low rumble as he talked.

His words were too far away to decipher. You prayed he would not step closer, that he would go away and leave you be. And you took your time scooping up soup and adding from the menu, all ever so slowly in the hopes of avoiding coming face to face with the man who made your body react so fervently against your mind.

Still, curious, you peeked over your shoulder. Arthur was talking to Lin. You could see his lips move. Sensually, you thought, and with a blush on your cheeks quickly looked away. Thoughts warred in your mind. On one hand, you were scared of him, because you knew what his mere presence did to your body. On the other, you were upset that he was giving your friend attention. Why did he never speak to you that way? He always seemed to ignore your presence.

He hadn’t been so distant at the start. When you first came here as a tourist, a traveler from afar, he had even placed his hand upon your shoulder and convinced you to do the judging ceremony. Of course, he had convinced you. From the moment you met, you’d been madly in love. You saw things clouded, heard the praise the people here sang of him, and thought that giving into his request could do little harm.

Naïve, you thought. You’d been so naïve. It had all been a trick to capture you, make you part of the knitted construction that was this depraved little society he had formed around him.

You quietly made your way toward one of the long tables and sat down. You’d gotten in too deep. And you wondered if you’d ever get out again.

“We are expected to attend tomorrow’s ceremony,” Lin said while she set her plate down on the table next to you. “Both of us.”

Then she sat down beside you and made herself comfortable, sitting a little too close, her arm brushing past yours. She gave you a sidelong glance and smiled. “You’re coming, right?”

“Of course I am,” you grunted, not at all that happy that you’d be forced to attend another ceremony. But staying away would be an insult now that you had personally been invited. You glanced behind you to see that Arthur had indeed retreated. He was no longer standing in the hall or anywhere near you. Instead, he sat at the far end of the room at a table with some of his close followers. His brother was there as well, all of them emerged in conversation.

You sighed and let the spoon dip into your soup. Another one of Victor’s recipes. You knew that he cooked for the group most of the time. Though there were days you were served meals prepared by Arthur. Apparently, he enjoyed cooking. You’d never caught him standing in the kitchen or talking to Victor though.

Victor was the other person you considered as close to a friend as you could make within the community. Although he was a firm believer in Ammit, he knew how to make you smile and tell funny jokes. He alleviated some of the pain and sorrow you felt when you remembered you were trapped in this cult. He made you forget.

You looked up and smiled when he passed your table, clearly on his way to the men’s table that harbored Arthur at the far end of the room. “Taste’s good, Vic,” you called out, loud enough to catch his attention.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you with a bright smile. “You think? Thank you,” and then he took a step closer to your table. You felt Lin press herself closer to your side. For some reason, she didn’t like Victor that much. But then again, she hardly ever saw or spoke to him. How well did she actually know him, you thought.

“You should accept my offer to come and help me out in the kitchen one day. I’ve got a thing or two in mind that I could teach you,” Victor said, adding a wink at the end.

He characteristically carried a kitchen towel in his hands, which he now flung over his shoulder playfully. The towel draped like a cape. A real chef, you thought. He did not just have the skills, but also the looks of one.

“Thank you,” you said, but then you shook your head with a smile. Victor’s smile drooped a little, already knowing the answer you were going to give. Truth be said, you liked the idea of helping Victor out in the kitchen. But it would increase your risk of meeting Arthur. What if he just happened to come to cook that day? Your heart could not take it. It would shatter, pretty much like the life and the dreams you once had.

“I know,” Victor said with a sigh. He placed his hands on his hips and shortly glanced away. “You’re too busy.”

You silently watched as he looked down at you again and his smile returned. “You should really learn to say no, missy. You’re always so busy helping others out. You need to think of yourself for once, do things that you would enjoy. We’re only young once, you know?”

When you didn’t reply, he shook his head smilingly and excused himself. “I’m expected at the grand table,” he jested, “so if you’ll excuse me, ladies,” and with a deep mocking bow, he left.

Next to you, you felt how Lin sat up a little straighter again and heard how she snorted. “I’m glad you didn’t agree to help him in the kitchen,” she said, rolling a pea across her plate with the use of her fork, not quite eating but rather playing with her food. “But I do agree that we should go out more. If only there’d be parties here.” She paused, then looked up at you in thought.

“Do you think we’ll be allowed into the city for a night out?” she suddenly asked, voice a combination of cheerful and hopeful.

Now it was your turn to snort. “I wouldn’t get my hopes up,” you said, letting out a bitter chuckle. “Besides, I am quite content filling my nights reading books or watching silly shows. Sort of replaces the dreams that have left me, you know.”

Lin froze, her elbow poking into your ribs without intention. “God, you are so morbid sometimes,” she said.

“That’s why you like me,” you retorted with a small smile before taking another sip from your soup.

“Yeah,” Lin sounded thoughtful while she turned back to her own meal. “Yeah, it is.”

For a moment, a comfortable silence settled between the two of you while you ate, each lost in your own thoughts. You’d noticed how Lin kept using the word 'God' while she was supposed to be a faithful follower of Ammit. Pretty much like you, you thought. She was just as cynical, just as skeptical. Just as much lured in as you had been.

If you ever needed an ally to get out, she would be it.

“He’s watching you again.” Lin’s voice made you look up in confusion, thinking she spoke of Victor but hoping it was actually Arthur who looked your way.

When you followed her gaze to their table, you saw that it was neither of them. It was the man next to Arthur who was looking your way. His mirror-self. His brother.

His eyes were upon you all right. Blue-grey orbs roved over you, then slid to the man at his side. His attention had wavered and you let out a sigh of relief.

“Didn’t that make you feel uncomfortable?” Lin asked while she wiped her lips clean with a handkerchief. She turned her back towards the table of men so she could focus solely on you.

Worry sounded in her voice. You loved that she was this protective of you, but even you knew that there was only so much protection she could offer.

Besides, this was but a stranger looking your way. A short glance. What harm could it do?

“No,” you lied. You turned back to your plate to poke the last of your food, appetite long gone. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

But Arthur’s eyes were upon you, dark and stormy.

You didn’t notice.

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Notes:

Happy New Year, fellow Black Phone, Moon Knight and Ethan Hawke lovers. Here's a promised multi-chapter fic in which you will be married off to Albert, Arthur's brother. Prepare for some forced marriage/relationship Albert Shaw (Grabber) x Reader that will turn into a more romantic situation and that will go from dub-con to con. But also prepare for Arthur Harrow x Reader. And quite possibly both brothers at the same time if I get in the mood to write it :3 There will be Mentions of Past Abuse for the brothers Arthur/Albert/Max, probably. Reader will be on Birth Control for a large part of the fic, though I might have one of the boys take her off of it eventually.

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[gucciboots]

loving the way they ended Moon Knight Assembled with the comic panels and how they were translated into the series <3

[youhypemeup]

❝ congrats on the one year...if only you told us sooner !

robby keene x reader x moon x eli moskowitz | cobra kai

synopsis, everyone knew you and robby were dating. everyone knew moon and eli were dating. what they didn't know was that all four of you were actually dating each other.

warnings, misunderstandings, talks about cheating and sneaking around, polyamory, talks about (semi) public sex, swearing, mentions of lying

note, this takes place after the karate war and everyone's friends or you can also imagine that there never was a karate war and everyone's friends! also i'm not too sure how happy i am with how this turned out so i might end up deleting it 😬 i hope you enjoy and thank you for reading!

[mandowifey]

Headcanon request for either Albert Shaw or Arthur Harrow as a dad. But honestly, I would accept such a Headcanon for any villianeous character you write about. So surprise me.

This has been sitting in my head for awhile, so I'm excited to get to work on it.

I'm gonna do both these handsome fellas!

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Fatherhood

Albert Shaw & Arthur Harrow x Reader HCs

Warnings: Hints of Dubcon, definitely Noncon, implications of above mentions, crazy boys around kids, reader is not referred to by specific gender terms but is able to get pregnant.

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Arthur Harrow, first and foremost, wanted a child.

A child to him is a means of keeping you beside him. The bond would tie you two together forever. He likes the sense of control it brings him, especially over you. When you first met him, you were on the pill and mentioned never wanting kids of your own. But Arthur, as he does, convinces you otherwise. Perhaps even it was an 'accident'. He is certainly the kind of man who would swap your birth control with sugar pills. But he'd smile anyways and assure you it was fate.

While pregnant, you would be doted over. Every need met, whether it be from him or his followers. You would be given luxury and love and treasured like a little goddess. This is Arthur's child, after all, and that baby would be considered a herald. He would enjoy sitting with you, head on your stomach as you two talked. He would additionally make sure you ate well and took all the things you need for a healthy child. Arthur enjoys touching your belly while he reads or falls asleep. You have never looked more stunning.

When the child arrives, Arthur is in love immediately. While most wish for a boy, he always wanted a girl. Regardless, he was happy with whichever. He would sit beside you and help you cradle the crying newborn, imagining all the great things your baby would grow to accomplish. You, as the carrier, get to name the baby. Arthur would suggest names of course but leave the choice to you.

Fatherhood suits him. The man is extremely patient and controlled. He is great with teaching your child and helping them along. You've never heard him laugh so much before. There is considerable joy in his life now, and it shows. That baby would be raised with love and expectations. However, he is stern and unrelenting. The child never gets away with anything, and punishment is taken very seriously. It will learn that for actions, there are consequences.

I think Arthur would be a natural with parenting and fatherhood. He'd enjoy the molding of such a young life. He would eventually ask you for another, and maybe one more, once the first is a little older.

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Albert Shaw has never wanted children. As a child, he was violently abused and mistreated. He can not mentally grasp the responsibility of a child (even if he can raise and train a dog, it's different).

That being said, in this instance, you are a victim/obsession that he's grown fond of and wants to keep. Pregnancy at its core appeals to him. The idea of his seed stuck inside of you, the fact that you are forced to grow and bear something that is equal parts his own excites him. He enjoys the thought of you being stuck with a piece of him inside of you and for life. But that is just about where it ends for him.

When you start showing signs of pregnancy, he'd simply watch. Maybe, depending on if he really enjoys you, he'll give you water and use his softer tone to reassure you that all was well. He does find it arousing that your skin clears and breasts swell - he'd be very interested in those. When your tummy grows, he'd touch it and talk to you about it, generally wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"How does it feel? Being stuck with a piece of me inside of you."

When it came time for birth, you were most likely alone. Stuck in the basement and forced to go through the entire process alone. In this instance, if you survived, he would return home surprised to see and hear a baby.

There is a long pause, and he is gripping and loosening his hands. You can't really tell what he's thinking. You would be filthy, tired, barely awake if not for that need to protect your newborn. He would come across the room and shake his head, scolding you about the mess you made. You are afraid when he sits beside you and looks at the child. Part of you wants to believe he cares, but you see no semblance of love in those eyes of his.

He'd sit in silence for a while, wincing if the baby cried. Eventually, when you got too tired to keep awake, he'd take the child out of your arms and leave the basement.

And you would never see the baby again.

[gemini-sensei]

On the previous episode | On this episode...

Reader's heat is a beast all its own. Because she doesn't have pre heats, her body makes up for it by having g intense heats. She's almost never satiated and constantly in need of something from her partners. As Hawk and Moon realize this, they try to keep up.

Moon is constantly cleaning them up, running baths, and bringing them food and lots of water. She jumps in to take over for her alpha when he's too tired to keep going, needing a break. She knows she can't satisfy Reader's heat like she needs her too, but she tries her all. When Hawk taps back in, Moon slips out of the house for an hour or two only to come back with a pretty harness and a big fat knotted dildo to help when it's her turn again.

As for Hawk, when he's tired, he's not always off the hook. He knows the omega needs him and so he lays back and tells her to use him as she needs while he catches his breath. Reader rides his cock and knot like there's no tomorrow, moaning for the alpha loud and biting her lip when his cock hits that special spot. In moments like this, Moon is massaging Hawk's muscles and feeding him little power snacks. They're working together to ensure Reader isn't miserable during this nasty storm of a heat.

When it's finally over days later, Reader is drop dead tired. She literally drops onto the mattress and falls asleep almost instantly. She'll sleep for hours after that, satisfied with a belly full of cum and the unbearable desire to be fucked passed. Moon runs a nice hot bath for her and Hawk that he has to carry Reader to. He sits her down in the tub and he sits behind her. She lays against his chest as his hands massage her sore hips. Moon makes quick work of changing the bedsheets and putting them in the wash before she comes to join them. She's thankful for their large bath and jets system 😏 it's so relaxing and exactly what the three of them need after that hellish heat.

When Reader's mind is clear, they ask her if her heats have always been like that. She tells them yes and that sadly most alphas don't want to deal with an omega that's so needy during their heats. Hawk gets a little huffy at that because his alpha instinct tells him to always take care of his omega, so how could another alpha ignore her needs like that? It's disgusting. But his moody is quickly changed when Reader thanks him and Moon for sticking through it with her.

"It's the best heat I think I've ever had..." she admits, a little embarrassed.

Moon assures her that it was nothing even though it was a bit challenging. Bottom line: they're always going to be there for her.

Hawk can't help but laugh, though. "I hope you enjoyed yourself. You fucked me dry."

They let the house clear of the musky smell of sex before they talk more about how their relationship has changed. It's a few days after it all, allowing the three of them to get back to a somewhat normal schedule. Reader is preparing dinner with Moon one night when Hawk comes in saying they need to talk. He's rambling about how he can't dance around the topic anymore and he needs to know what the three of them are, are they in a relationship with Reader or not, what is this that they're doing? He was fine before the heat when they didn't say anything about it, but after trying to bond with Reader during her heat, he can't ignore it anymore.

While he's still rambling and talking through his thoughts, Reader looks at Moon and Moon simply nods at her. Reader then jumps Hawk and shuts him up with a kiss. He's immediately responsive, wrapping his arms around her and holding her soft, pudgy body against his as they kiss so intensely.

When they part, she tells him, "I'd be honored to be yours and Moon's mate."

They forget about dinner and share and intimate moment in Moon's nest to go about making Reader their mate officially. They're so gentle with her, Moon kissing Reader while Hawk bites her bond spot, then letting Moon have a go at it. Hawk holds her close as she bites over the place Moon has and marks him as her alpha too. Then it's Moon's turn. It's a whole thing that they don't take lightly, celebrating each other with kisses and cuddles and laughter. When it's over, they're all so happy and spend time scenting each other, especially Hawk and Moon scenting Reader to ensure that everyone knows she's theirs now. No way are they ever going to let her get away.

And Reader is so happy. All her other partners never wanted to be hers in the long run. They never wanted her as a mate. Now she has two mates and she's theirs and she feels special. She feels wanted and loved. It's an amazing feeling.

[sensei-venus]

I have to get my wisdom teeth removed soon and I'm scared. Could you maybe do something with poly hawk and moon taking care of reader after she gets her wisdom teeth out and she's really loopy and frightened by a lot

(Unedited) (I tried really hard on this, but letting y’all know, I don't have wisdom teeth. Idk how or why but I don't so I don't have to worry about them.💀) (Mentions of blood & teeth pulling)

“Whyyyyy am I-here???” Reader moaned out around the multiple cotton balls that were shoved in her mouth. She whimpers and looks around the dentist's lobby. Her hand travels up to her face and over her cheeks.

It's quickly pulled away by Moon who just gently shushes her. Moon wants to laugh just a little but she knows Reader isn't all there. It wasn't right to laugh at the poor girl.

Hawk looks over at the two girls before signing the last of the paperwork from the dentist. He had to sign a few forms about the aftercare for Reader’s mouth. She had all over her wisdom teeth pulled in one sitting.

“Moonnnnyyy why does my face feel funny?? Can we get food? Pleeeesssd?” Reader starts to tear up as Moon starts to help get her standing. Hawk grabs the small aid kit the dentist staff gave him a long with pamphlet on how to take care of her gums, and a small prescription for some pay meds. Hopefully, Moon would keep the disoriented girl busy in the car while he ran into the local pharmacy to pick up her new meds. He watched as she struggled to move with Moon out of the lobby. He walked behind them just in case Reader tried to take a tumble.

Their girlfriend was still outing of it from the anesthesia.

Hawk slowly helped get her into the car with the help of Moon by his side. They struggled as she tried to borderline escape them. Trying to get out of the vehicle from the other side. He was quick to lock the door with his keys.

“Sweety calm down. We can get you yogurt when we get home. It's nice and cold and will feel so good on your gums.”

“My gums?? What's wrong with my gums?”

Hawk got into the car and started the engine. Keeping his eyes on the road he tried his best to listen to their conversation in the back seat. Moon sat next to the other girl stroking her thigh.

Suddenly Reader started to whimper and cry, making Hawk look back in the mirror.

“Why is there bloodddd?! Where are my teeth? Hawk, they took my teeth.”

“Babe, they pulled your wisdom teeth, the nice dentist said they had to go because they were starting to hurt you remember?”

“They stole my teeth!!” she sobbed as Moon tried her best to hold back a laugh. Hawk was in the same boat trying to keep his own laughter down. He coughed into his hand. His eyes go back to the road ahead of them. Luckily the trip to the pharmacy wasn't that long and Moon was able to talk Reader out of going inside with him.

Doing his best he grabbed a few extra ice packs and picked up her painkillers. He hoped that those would be enough to get her through the next week or two as she healed.

The ride back home was perfect besides Reader's occasional mumbling.

When they where finally back hike everything started to settle down. Reader was ushered in front of the tv in their room with a newly frozen ice pack and her first round of painkillers. Moon brought her the fluid and bottle she needed to clean out her raw and open gums. She helped remove the nasty blood and spot-soaked cotton balls from her mouth and the old gaze.

For once Hawk was happy that he had seen and dealt with a lot of nasty shit in karate. Most of the wounds and gross cuts he suffered in karate were nothing like this. But still, he felt trained enough to help wash Reader’s gums out. She moaned and tried to jerk away from him at first. But with some help, he was able to get her mouth and gums rinsed out.

Moon shivered as she caught a quick glance at the girl spitting out the gross red-tinted water into the small bowl they gave her.

“I love you guys~” Reader said as Moon stuffed a spoon full of half-frozen yogurt onto her mouth. Her eyes fluttered as the cool food passed over her sore gums. She slumped into the mound of pillows behind her.

Hawk grabbed the tv remote and scanned though one of their streaming apps. He found one of her favorite long movies and clicked it on for her. Lazily she opened her eyes a little and watched the intro startup. She smiled a little at the sound of the intro music and narration coming through the speakers. Moon spooned another mouth full of food into her mouth and cuddled up next to her.

Hawk felt a small smile creep onto his face. He pulled one of the blankets from the bottom of the bed and placed it over the two girls. Slowly he drifted over to them, sliding in next to Reader.

He sighed one last time as Reader cuddled onto his side. Her head rested on his chest as they watched the movie.

It was definitely going to be a long few weeks, but at least they had a crap ton of organic yogurt and painkillers.

[lockley-spktr]

Moon Knight (2022)

Episode Three: The Friendly Type

With Marc in the forefront and Harrow ahead, Marc and Layla navigate Cairo for intel.

Two years ago today.

April 13th, 2022

[stupidbeemeen]

Happy Birthday, Ethan Hawke

[wayward-persephone]

How do you feel about The Grabber or Arthur going down on reader for the first time and then when you're overstimulated they keep going because they're so pussy drunk 🥲

Okay listen...pussydrunk is a kink of mine 🥴🥴

The Grabber would be insatiable. Aroused because he’s your first and from the act itself. Would pin your thighs open and push your legs to your chest so he can have complete open access to your pussy. Hands bruising against your skin as his licking and tonguefucking grew more frantic with each of your orgasms. And he would tonguefuck you, he can’t do anything more gentle than that once he tastes you, and you spend most of the night falling apart on his tongue even as you plead for mercy. I personally feel like the Grabber is either a virgin or so sexually repressed because he never felt comfortable enough to explore sex. So when he finally gets you underneath him and basically at his mercy, he lets his inner beast out to play, and it often leaves you with a tearstained face and body completely limp from the pleasure he wrings from you. After the first time you would absolutely wake up some nights with his head tucked between your thighs as he jerks off.

Arthur Harrow would definitely be more gentle since it’s your first time, but he would be no less intense. He would worship you. Alternating between suckling at your slick swollen clit and murmuring words of praise against your pussy. Would firmly keep your legs spread for him until you’re so limp from the numerous orgasms he pulls from you that your legs stay splayed open. He would softly shush you when you cry out for a break, massaging your thighs gently, but then goes back to lapping at you like a man starved. After that  Arthur would prefer you not to wear panties so he can have complete easy access to you and will simply coax you to the nearest flat surface so he can bury his tongue inside you. He would place your pleasure above his own, claiming that he gets enough pleasure tending to you, and you spend most mornings utterly boneless as he pampers you with soft kisses and cuddles until your brain decides to start working again.  

[worldserasingandcreatinginmymind]

Bloody Beetle | Part Five

Summary: you journey into the tomb with Steven and Layla, but will you get to Ammit before Harrow gets to you...

Pairing: Steven/Marc x Reader, Layla x Reader, Harrow x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Heka priests, deaths (I’m sorry 😭), Harrow being Harrow

A/N: as always spelling and grammar are not my strongest skills so please be kind :)

Part Four | Series Masterlist

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“Y/N!” the British voice you didn’t realise you’d missed so much. “Y/N, oh thank God!”

You crawl out from under the bed and you just about have time to get to your feet before he’s pulling you in for the tightest hug you’ve ever received. You let yourself sink into his embrace for just a second before pulling away.

“Are you alright?” He starts to anxiously ramble “I thought you were dead-”

“You can drop the act. I know who you really are, Marc Spector. Harrow explained it all to me. He told me you were a mercenary and that everything the police said in the car that night, about how you killed people… It’s all true. And that’s why you pretended to be Steven. Pretended to be my friend-

"I AM your friend..."

"A friend wouldn't have just given Harrow the scarab and left me behind."

“No no no, Y/N, that’s not what happened at all. I lost the scarab while being chased out of there by a jackal that he summoned! I tried to get to you, so did Layla. I would never just leave you." He reaches out for you but you back away. “Please, you have to believe me!”

“I don't know what to believe anymore.” You say sadly.

“Y/N…” he stops talking, his eyes rolling back and when he looks at you again he’s completely different. “Y/N, I don't have time right now but I promise I will tell you the truth.”

“Marc..? What just happened?”

“We need to stop Harrow first and then I will explain everything. I promise.” Marc is interrupted by Maya running back into the tent, her gun aimed at him.

“You need to leave!” She says, trying to sound threatening but you can see pure panic in her eyes.

"Maya, its okay." You try to calm her. "Just put the gun away."

"I can't. Harrow- he'll be so mad at me. This isn't supposed to be happening-" Maya rambles, but when Marc moves slightly she refocuses on him. "You have to leave!"

“No, I think you should leave.” Layla says as she sneaks in behind Maya and yanks the gun straight out her hand. Maya runs and Layla sees you. She looks just as surprised as Steven had. “Y/N! You look good for someone who's supposed to be dead.”

“What are you talking about? Why would you think I was dead?"

"Because that's what Harrow is telling people." Marc says.

"Bu why would lie about that?"

“Because that's just what he does. He lies and manipulates people. which is one of the reasons we have to get to Ammit’s ushabti before he does.”

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The three of you make your way outside just in time to see Maya disappear down into the tomb.

“Shit, she’ll warn Harrow that we’re here.” Layla says as you run to the dig site. “Ah.” She says once you get to there.

“What's the problem?” Marc asks.

“I wasn’t expecting Y/N to be with us, I only have two harnesses. I can go find another?”

“No, it’s alright. That will take too long. Harness me up and I’ll carry her down with me.”

“Are you sure?” You say, anxiety rippling through you.

“Yeah, it’s not that far down. We’ll be fine.”

Layla gets her harness on then helps Marc get into his. As she's tightening his straps you see his eyes roll like they did before and notice his whole posture change again.

“I have to say, I feel like I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” Steven's voice says as Layla helps him tighten the straps on his harness, completely unfazed by his changed accent. “The adventure, I mean.”

“We want what we’ve never had.” She finishes preparing his harness and gets ready. “I’m gonna go down first. Before I belay.”

“Right, yeah… what’s belay?” Steven asks, and Layla laughs.

“I still can’t tell when you're joking or not.” She says before clipping rope to the front of her harness and disappearing down the shaft. Steven looks at you.

“Belay?” He says, and you shrug.

“I have no idea.” You half laugh. “Are you sure you can do this?”

“It’ll be fine.” He says, not at all convincingly. He copies Layla, attaching the rope to the front of his harness then gestures for you to come over. You awkwardly put your arms around his neck and he lifts you. Its surprises you how strong he is. He cradles you to him and takes a breath before taking a step. But as he reaches the edge, his foot slips and you both tumble down into the darkness. Steven’s body acts as an air bag as he hits the ground, still holding you tightly. You land with a thud in a cloud of dust and sand. It takes you a moment to realise your lying on top of Steven, your face less than an inch away from his.

“Are you okay?” Layla asks, rushing over and helping you up.

“Yeah, I think so.” You reply, turning to give Steven a hand. “Steven?”

“I’m aces.” He says, grunting as he gets to his feet. “I wish you hadn’t seen that… oh wow, look at you.”

You look at him and realise he’s looking past you. You turn to see the huge ancient sculptures behind you, similar to the ones you used to see every day in the museum. Only these ones weren’t made out of polystyrene just to decorate an exhibition. This is the real deal.

“Oh yeah, they’re gorgeous.” Layla agrees. “Just standing guard for centuries!”

“Right! Look I can’t even…” Steven looks like all his Christmas came at once, he’s so excited. You can’t help but feel happy for him, and wonder if what Harrow said could be true. Could he really fake being this excited. “If they just sprang to life right now and asked me a riddle for passage I’d be thrilled! I’d shit myself, but id be thrilled.”

You and Layla exchange a look, silently laughing at the adorable dork in the room.

Once Steven finished fangirling over the reality of where you were right now, the three of you started to make your way further into the tomb.

“Strange.” Steven says quietly as you follow the winding corridors.

“It’s a maze.” Layla says.

“It’s a-maze-ing.” Steven jokes and you roll your eyes, but secretly want to laugh at his little pun. He is fully loving life right now.

“No, like there are six paths.” Layla explains. She bends down, picking up bullets left on the ground. “What would they be shooting at?”

“Six points.” Steven mumbles to himself, ignoring Layla's question about the bullets as he starts to draw something in the sand. “This whole structure is a symbol.”

You and Layla join Steven and look at what he’s drawn. You recognise it from one of the books in the museum.

“That’s the eye of Horus, right?” You ask.

“The royal symbol of protection in the afterlife.” Steven agrees.

“I mean, the resources needed to build this thing!” Layla realises, “Her final avatar was a pharaoh.”

“Woah!” Steven breathes “A bloody pharaoh!”

“You think it’s a map?” You ask.

“Yeah well… the eye of Horus is also the eye of mind yeah? Representing the six senses, six points. So you got the eyebrow that denotes thoughts. Pupil, sight, obviously. This point here is hearing. Smell. Touch. And this long line ending in a spiral is the tongue.”

“The avatar would be Ammit’s voice.” Layla suggests, and Steven nods.

“That’s right.”

You follow them further into the tomb, to a dark room with a sort of stone table in the middle. Layla shines her torch around the walls, revealing ancient drawings on them.

“Heka priests! Judging by their masks and ceremonial stance. They would have been entombed in here to protect the pharaoh. Sorcerers of their time. They’ve been down here for centuries.” She moves her torch to shine on mummified figures in the wall. “These must be some of the unlucky souls who crossed their path.”

You shine your torch at the stone table.

“Oh my God.” Steven gags. “Oh God, is that fresh blood? Little chunks of meaty bits?”

Layla crouches down to examine blood covered jars and tools before saying “Let’s keep moving.”

You start walking towards the exit but when Steven puts his arm out to stop you, you notice the blood trail leading to a pile of bones.

“Just a minute.” Steven says, any excitement he previously had now replaced by fear. “Im just stating what I see, and I see lots of bones and blood going that way. So I’m just thinking like, what if there’s another…” he shines his torch around the room, stopping and pointing up. “There’s an opening up there. You see that? Should we check it out?”

“Alright, you go.” Layla says and Steven starts climbing up to the platform. “Go with him? So he doesn’t fall again.” She asks you with a smirk and you nod. The floorboards creak as you pull yourself up, following Steven.

“So according to ancient text, Ammit should be bound to an ushabti, those statue thingies.” He says as you look around. Steven starts rambling again about all the amazing ancient things he’s seeing, but Layla reminds him he’s supposed to be looking for an exit. “Oh yeah, yeah we can go this way.”

The sound of guns firing makes you all jump.

“Harrow.” You whisper.

“What are they shooting at?” Steven asks.

“I don't know.” Layla starts, but stops when she hears a clicking sound.

“Hide, hide!” Steven frantically whispers as he helps you find somewhere to shelter. You peer over the side and see Layla duck down behind the stone table as a figure enters the room, dragging a body behind it. The thing lifts the body up onto the table and you realise it’s one of Harrow’s people, the male police officer. He’s half awake and groaning as the thing that dragged him in reaches over and picks up one of the sharp tools from the side. It lifts it in the air and plunges it down into the mans body with a squelch. You cover your mouth and look away, over at Steven who looks just as horrified. You look down at Layla, who is still crouched hiding by the table. Right by the jars that the creature has started putting the man’s organs into. She slowly starts to move around to the other side, away from them but she knocks into a jar, alerting the creature to her presence. Steven leans forward, closer to the edge to get a better look but the floorboard creaks under him. He freezes as the thing jumps up onto the table and then up to cling to the underside of the platform you are on. Steven starts to full panic as you look around for a way out, just as Layla launches a jar at the wall. It smashes, grabbing the creatures attention.

“Run! I’ll find you!” Steven yells down to Layla, who makes an escape out the room. “Help me.” He calls over to you and you help him push a table off the platform. It lands on the creature. “We squished it. We squished it!” He gasps, turning and hugging you in relief.

“Yeah we squished it, what exactly was it?” You say breathlessly.

“Heka priest. We should go before any more of them turn up.”

“There’s more of them?!”

Steven grabs your hand and pulls you through the exit. He leads you through more corridors, occasionally stopping to admire a sculpture or ancient drawing. Eventually you find yourselves in a large, magnificent room.

“Oh my days!” Steven gasps. “First ones here. Tomb fit for a pharoah. Its gotta be one of the bigguns.”

You just smile at him as he continues rambling in amazement at everything in the room. You have to admit, it is pretty impressive. But Steven is the real expert on all this stuff. You cross the stepping stones through the water to the middle of the room where the sarcophagus lies.

“Oh wow, look at that! Look at all these relics. Macedonian? No, what?” He crouches down to look at the inscriptions on the side of the sarcophagus. “No way. That can’t be right.”

“What is it?”

“That's Macedonian. But the only pharaoh…but he insisted on calling him self Egyptian.”

“Steven you're not making any sense. What are you saying?”

“I think were looking at the long lost tomb of Alexander the Great.”

“You're kidding?” You ask and he looks at you in amazement. You don't know why but you both start laughing. “Let's get it open.”

You both place your hands on the top, getting ready to push. Steven takes a few breaths then stops.

“Everything inside me is screaming not to open this thing.” He says.

“I know, but Harrow-”

“Alright, alright, alright.” He places his hands back on the top and takes a deep breath. You count to three then push with all your strength. The lid slides open to reveal a mummified corpse lying inside. Even though thats exactly what you expected to see, it still startled you that that is an actual dead person. The actual Alexander the Great.

“Right so, what are we looking for?” you ask.

“If you're gonna hide it for all eternity, you’d probably put it in a place where the average looter wouldn’t think to look.” He thinks. “Alexander was the voice of Ammit...”

You both look at the head, completely wrapped in cloth.

“You don't think…” you start, really hoping Steven isn’t about to suggest what you think he’s going to suggest. You really don't want to see what the body looks like underneath that cloth.

“I'm gonna try something.” He starts to remove the cloth from the head. “Sorry. Oh God, so sorry. Sorry Mr Great.”

The fabric rips revealing the Alexander’s skull, which Steven apologises to again before prying open its mouth and reaching inside. He searches deep inside the skull, gagging a few times before slowly pulling out the a small statue that looks like Ammit.

“Is that it? You got it?” You ask, hope rising that Harrow might not succeed.

“Yeah, yeah we got it.” Steven says with a smile. You smile back before you pull each other in for a hug. You pull apart when you hear footsteps and look to see Layla enter. “Layla look. We won!” He holds the ushabti in the air, a hug grin on his face. But Layla doesn’t smile. She looks likes she’s been crying.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Can he hear me?” She asks Steven, ignoring you completely. Now that she’s closer you can see she looks angry.

“Alexander? I don't think so.” Steven chuckles. “God, I hope not.”

“What happened to my father?” She says, getting closer to him. He looks baffled. “I’m talking to you... I’m talking to Marc!” She shoves him and he pauses, his eyes rolling back.

“Come on.” He says, his deep American voice is serious and he tries to pull Layla with him. “We need to go right now.”

“No!” Layla shakes him off. “What happened to my father?”

“Listen to me. We have to leave right now. I will explain everything, I swear. But we have to go!”

“Did you kill Abdullah El Faouly?” Layla asks and Marc pauses. A tense silence fills the air.

“I’m just gonna- I’ll give you a minute.” You say awkwardly as you back away towards the entrance Layla came in through.

“Stay close!” Marc calls to you and you nod before stepping just outside into the corridor. You can still hear their raised voices but at least you don't feel like a spectator to their private conversation now.

As you stand in the dark corridor, trying not to listen to the argument happening just a few feet away, you're suddenly aware that you're not alone. You spin around to see Harrow stood looking at you. He doesn’t look shocked to see you, but he does look disappointed. Like a parent that has just caught their child doing something wrong. You freeze, like a deer caught in headlights as his disciples start charging past you into the tomb, leaving you and Harrow alone. He doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“As disappointed as I am that you disobeyed my order, I am glad you are here to see me take my victory.”

He starts to move towards you and you bolt, trying to run past him to warn Layla and Marc. But he catches you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you into the room himself. You’re surprised to find Marc left stood on his own, holding an axe, ready to fight. He falters slightly when he realises Harrow has hold of you. Harrow looks at Marc and smiles, before handing you over to Bobbi.

“Just you. The rest is silence.” He says as he takes a few slow steps towards Marc. “I remember the first morning I woke up knowing that Khonshu was gone. The quiet was liberating. You're a free man.” He walks closer to Marc. “And of course with that freedom comes choice. And right now you have a very important decision to make.”

“Okay.” Marc responds.

“No Marc, don’t!” You shout, causing Bobbi to tighten her grip on you and put her hand over your mouth.

Harrow glances at the disciples to the side of him, who start advancing on Marc, guns aimed at him. Marc just stands completely still until they get close enough then he starts his attack, easily taking out three of them. Harrow steps forward, raising a gun that you didn’t even see him holding and points it at Marc.

Before you have a chance to even try to fight, Harrow pulls the trigger. A bullet hits Marc straight in the chest. He stumbles backwards, pain on his face as his white shirt starts to stain red. You scream in Bobbi’s grasp and Harrow locks eyes with you for a moment before turning back and firing a second, fatal bullet at Marc. It hits, sending him falling backwards into the water.

“I can’t save anyone who won’t save themselves.” Harrow says as he watches Marc’s life’s body float in the water.

You manage to swing your arm around to hit Bobbi in the stomach, causing her to release her grip on you and you rush forward, past Harrow and straight into the water, pulling Marc's body up to cradle him.

“Steven?” You cry, not caring that the mix of water and bloody is soaking into your clothes. “Steven please. Wake up, please.”

Harrow comes up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder but you instantly push him away.

“Get off me!” You shout, Harrow looks completely unfazed. “Stay away from me! You're a murderer!”

“We must move on.” he holds his hand out to you.

“No! I’m not leaving him.” You argue. “I would rather die than go anywhere with you!”

For the briefest moment you think Harrow almost looks hurt by your statement. But then his face changes again.

“I can see you’re upset, you're not in your right mind.”

“Oh my mind is perfectly right.” You say as you stand up, face to face with Harrow. “I never want to see you again.” You say through gritted teeth before turning your back on him and returning to Marc’s side.

“This is your last chance Y/N.” He warns, and you ignore him. “Very well.” 

Suddenly two pairs of hands grasp yours arm, yanking you up to your feet as two disciples drag you away kicking and screaming out of the water and hold you as Harrow and two disciples go to Steven’s body.

“Don't you dare touch him!” Your shout falling on deaf ears as the disciples drag Steven out of the water. Harrow crouches down beside him as the disciple hands him Ammit’s ushabti. He smiles before looking at Steven. 

“I’m sorry it had to be this way, Marc Spector, Steven Grant…” he pauses as he places the scarab beetle on Steven’s chest “whoever else might be in there.” He uses his cane to help him stand back up and turns to face the crowd of disciples, but his focus is on you. “Sometimes we need the cold light of death before we can see reality.”

You struggle against the hands that have you restrained but they just hold you tighter, forcing you down to your knees to bow as Arthur holds the ushabti high for everyone to see. 

You hear the sound of footsteps as someone runs into the room. For a moment you feel hope as you think it could be Layla with a plan to stop him, but when you see Maya run up to Harrow the hope quickly dies. 

“Harrow, sir, I am so so sorry.” She rambles breathlessly. “I was trying to find you, to warn you, but I got lost in these tunnels.” She pauses, looking at him with sad eyes. “I’ve failed you.” 

“Yes, you have.” He says, completely emotionless as he turns his attention away from her. From the look on her face you can tell her heart has just broken. She backs away from him and stands alone near the wall.

“Who wants to heal the world?”

The disciples around you get up and start making their way back out of the tomb. Harrow starts walking over towards you but suddenly stops when he hears Maya following.

“Not you.” He says, not even turning to face her. 

“S-sir..?” She says, confusion on her face. 

“This is the end for you.” He reaches into his pocket and before Maya has a chance to register whats happening he turns and shoots her in the chest with the same gun he killed Steven with. You gasp and try to get to her slump as she slumps painfully to the ground, but the disciples holding you keep you firmly in place, still kneeling on the floor.

“Why- why did you do that?!” A sob escaping your throat as Harrow comes to stand by you. “She was just a young girl!!”

“She let him get to you. She put you in danger… I can’t have that.”

“The only reason I’m in danger is because of you!” You say shakily and Harrow looks down at you. He doesn’t say anything, he just reaches his hand down to wipe the tears from under your eyes. Then he walks past you, gesturing for the disciples to follow. As they harshly pull you up to your feet, you can’t take your eyes off of Maya’s lifeless body. Her glossy eyes staring at you as they drag you away, leaving her forever resting in the tomb of Alexander the Great.

Part Six

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